If you've stumbled upon this account, then I've read something of yours, you've read something of mine, or we've both read something of someone else's entirely.

... I wrote that about three years ago. I'm back... I think... not really 100% sure about that just yet. Long story short, best friend pulled a 'remember when' on me right at the same time I decided to pick up Final Fantasy IX again after a lot of strange things happened.

At this point I'm looking at three fic projects, all of it screwed-up Kuja-centric goodness. I'm fleshing out Break My Fall, hopefully getting together the courage to revisit what was going on with Silkscreen Requiem, and indulging the FFIX sequel that popped into my head, fully formed, when I put down the controller after the end of Disc 1 reminded me how FFIX works.

As far as my old stories go, while I'm rocking the 'my dear god why didn't anyone tell me I couldn't string two sentences together if my life depended on it' face, the only one I've removed is The Engulfed Cathedral. Apart from the name, it really wanted to be something very, very different this whole time, but it took three years to let me in on that.

If you're curious about the whole lot of nothing constructive I do in my free time, I just started paying attention to my tumblr: http://charisnotsteampunk.tumblr.com/

SERIOUSLY FINISHED Even as Albel struggled to separate himself from his father, there was one lesson that he learned over and over again: without Glou, he was worthless, and weak. Albelcentric, childhood and pregame.

Rosiel and Katan are together, and it almost seems as if Rosiel had finally gotten rid of his insanity. Too bad everyone but the concerned party knows that this is just Rosiel deluding himself. Oneshot RosielxKatan. Rated for suicide, AUish...

"All I know is that neither of us wanted it. The gods chose us. They're the ones who stole us away from our world and from each other, took away our memories, and turned us into their playthings." Kuja and Zidane struggle against their own perceptions of destiny and karma during the never-ending cycle of battle and remembrance.

Sebastian has one inexplicable goal for this trip to London and it's only somewhat impossible . But thirty years have passed, and the human world has become a very different place, both for those who live in it and those who have to clean up afterwards.

It seems that we spend out entire lives trying to rewrite the past. We wonder if we can't heal the present, and we're frightened of eventually living our broken future. Rated T for elements of violence and HaseoxEndrance, BalmungxAlbireo

Fear of remembrance, fear of being forgotten. Fear of choice, fear of submission. Fear of life, fear of light. Fear of the future, fear of death. Fear of fate. There's something familiar about every one of Chaos' followers, but Sephiroth can't place it.

It was said that pride, or superbia in Latin, was the source of all the other deadly sins that plagued the state of the human soul. Once pride made the first move, gluttony, greed, envy, lust, sloth, and wrath all followed.

The trouble I had with him was that I never knew when his anger was really anger, or sadness or something else. Or if I could even trust him enough to believe him when he said he was hurting. FaytxAlbel.